1 comments/ 17957 views/ 4 favorites New Friends' Naughty Discovery By: Aristide_St_Michel This is a sweet and sexy story of two lonely strangers, one age 25 and one 40, who overcome a series of miscues and misunderstandings to become friends on a crowded beach. Tender feelings lead to an impetuous public kiss, which leads to much more intense and deliberate exchanges behind closed doors . . . Chapter 1 Jen was depressed. She had straightened the kitchen after making coffee, toast and a poached egg, and now had nothing to do. For another six weeks she couldn't work, couldn't drive, could only do light exercise, etc. Couldn't have fun, to put it plainly, and more important, couldn't make any money, either. Plus, she looked like hell, and couldn't stand to see in the mirror the complete disaster that was her hair after the accident and injury. She told herself for the zillionth time, "Jen girl, you're lucky to be alive, you should count your blessings," but couldn't help finishing the refrain out loud with a sarcastic, "blah blah, yadda yadda." "Alright, alright," she told herself -- she was lucky to be alive. She still couldn't believe how minor the accident seemed at the time. Skating with friends on a visit out east, she had fallen and hit her head. She wasn't even doing anything fancy -- no rails or jumps, none of her usual gonzo skateboard stuff that turned heads when being done by a cute 25-year-old girl. Nope, she'd just been cruising along on a smooth, flat piece of sidewalk, and just like that she was on her back and seeing stars. Except she didn't. See stars, that is. It didn't seem like a big deal at the time. She didn't pass out, wasn't cut, nothing. Just a nasty bump on the head. Only an hour later did she realize that something was not right. She told her friends she should probably go to the emergency room, and someone took her right over, but she didn't stay. Jen had no insurance, and left when she found out how much it was going to cost. Big mistake, as it turned out. That was the last thing she remembered until almost three weeks later. They told her that she had semi-passed out, and an ambulance had taken her to the hospital, and surgery. It still gave her the willies to think about the procedures they told her had been done to relieve pressure from a -- gulp - swollen brain. Jen had no memory of any of it, but that's when they butchered her hair. Her beautiful long, dark hair that was now in some east coast landfill, she imagined, and she hated the way she looked. "You're lucky to be alive," she told herself again -- yeah, yeah. After the -- gulp - pressure-relieving thing, they decided to -- gulp - put her in an artificial coma to "turn off her brain" so it could heal. And then she caught pneumonia, while in the coma. She was told that it was touch-and-go for almost a week, but for all she remembered it might have happened to another person. Her main regret -- other than having her entire life put on hold just when things were really picking up, career-wise -- was how horrible it must have been for her mom during those days. Jen choked up at the thought, just like she always did. Her mom had rushed east when she got the news, and sat by her bedside the whole time. Jen sighed, and tried to put it all out of her mind -- it was too depressing. She decided to go to the beach. It was about the only fun thing she could do, if you could call it that with no swimming, no volleyball, none of the usual active things that she loved to do. Still, it was better than nothing, and fortunately it was just a 10 minute ride on the bus that passed near her L.A. apartment. She gathered her stuff together and headed down to the bus stop a block away. ~~~~~~~ As she approached the stop Jen carefully checked out the other people waiting. Her neighborhood wasn't bad, but with public transportation you had to be careful, and she'd walked right on by a few times because she didn't like the look of some of the people waiting. It looked OK this time, though: No one scary, and one good looking lady somewhat older than herself, dressed nicely too, in white capri-pants and a casual, pink short-sleeve blouse. Jen admired her thick, chestnut-colored hair. Long and thick, she though jealously. The woman was carrying a large fiber beach-bag -- Jen suspected that she had the same destination as herself. Jen set down her own bag-o-gear and waited. Taking the bus reminded her once again of her inability to drive, which made her angry and depressed all over again. Can't drive? in L.A.? Why not can't breathe or can't eat, while they're at it? She had the same thought every time she came down to the bus stop, and like all the other times she rolled her eyes at the non sequitor -- even when she could drive taking this bus was the best way to get to the beach, because it was impossible to park there. It was just the "principle" of the thing. She looked around. Was that woman staring at her? She was! The stranger noticed that Jen had caught her eye, and quickly looked away. "Oh great," Jen thought, "I look like such a freak with this hair that the 'normal people' stare at me at bus stops. If I had been here first she probably would have walked past." Jen's melancholy came roaring back, and she almost decided to go home, but realized that would be stupid. She waited. "She's doing it again!" Jen exclaimed to herself a couple minutes later. Her well-tuned city-girl survival habits hadn't disappeared with the accident. She knew that she was a good looking, sexy young woman -- despite looking like a freak at the moment with this obscene "haircut" -- and when out and about it was automatic to regularly scan her surroundings for two-legged predators. She had just done so, and "caught" that woman staring at her again. "Alright, that's just rude," she thought, "I may look like a crazy person who forgot their meds, but haven't started drooling and talking to myself yet." Her irritation was cut short by the sound of a diesel engine. "Thank goodness," she thought - the bus had come around a corner and was slowing to a stop. Jen could see it was nearly empty so she hung back, making sure the woman got on first. When it was her turn she took a seat as far away from the rude stranger as possible. Ten minutes later the bus slowed to unload at the stop near the beach. Jen had seen the woman gathering her stuff -- she was going to the beach -- and got up early to make sure she was the first one out the door. When it opened Jen was off like a rocket. Partly to get away from that woman, and partly to waste no time finding a good spot. She had slept late -- why not when she couldn't work, couldn't drive, couldn't have fun - and the closer it got to noon the more crowded the place became. It would already be pretty packed on such a nice day, but Jen knew there's still be some space. Jen found a spot and efficiently ran thorough a practiced routine of setting up, unobtrusively removing her long gauzy peasant skirt and tee shirt in a way that didn't look like a strip-tease with the tiny bikini she wore underneath, spreading out her towel, putting on some sunscreen, etc. She was starting to relax and settle in for some peaceful people-watching when -- damn it! -- there was that woman, crossing the sand, coming in her direction, looking around for spot. She was getting close, but hadn't yet noticed the girl from the bus stop. Jen looked away, and thought about relocating, but this was a good spot and -- damn it! -- she didn't want to move. Maybe the woman would keep going. Nope. Jen groaned inwardly. Sure enough the woman was setting up not more than 20 feet away. She had spread out her towel and was taking off her own slacks and blouse to reveal a more conservative two-piece than the one Jen wore, appropriate for a woman closer to 40 than 30. Not that she couldn't get away with an itsy-bitsy number, Jen couldn't help thinking. In addition to a having a very attractive face -- "handsome" was the word that came to mind but she was better than that - the woman had a fantastic body: A wide pelvis and firm butt, just like Jen herself, but with much larger breasts than her own B-cups. Jen was not a lesbian, but she still loved to check out and admire other chicks, as well as cute boys. Her attention usually was drawn to members of either sex closer to her own age, but she would have noticed this one even without the unfortunate circumstances. Oh hell! - the woman "caught" Jen staring, turning the tables from the bus stop. The stranger froze, obviously confused at what to do about the second accidental meeting. Damn it! again -- she was approaching. "Hello! I'm Nicole. I'm sorry I was staring at you earlier." Jen was embarrassed at being "busted" for staring herself, and extremely uncomfortable at having to meet the woman who thinks she looks like a freak. She responded minimally with a cool, "Hello." Nicole stood there for a moment, also uncomfortable and unsure. The girl's underwhelmed response made her think that she had offended somehow, but she couldn't understand why. OK, so she'd been staring -- the girl was a knock-out, and would turn heads wherever she went. She mentally shrugged and decided to just be completely frank. "I don't usually stare at strangers. I'll be honest - I could hardly take my eyes off you because you may be the beautiful woman I've ever seen." "What?" Jen thought. "Is she taunting me?" The woman seemed sincere, and her manner was not that of a deliberately cruel person, even to freaks who looked like a crazy person. The woman was looking uncomfortable, and Jen realized that now she was being rude. She forced herself to respond, mumbling a quiet, "Thank you." Nicole realized that somehow her compliment had miscarried. She pressed forward. "I'm sorry, I also don't usually go around telling young women how beautiful they are either - I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just -- you're not just beautiful, there's something special about you. Some kind of spark or glow. And something else - you seem sad, which just doesn't seem right in someone so exceptional in other ways." Jen was flabbergasted. OK, she wasn't one for false modesty -- she knew she was a hottie when she was at her best, but that hardly described her current state. Could it be that she wasn't as much a basket case as she thought? Although skeptical she couldn't help but feel a little better at the thought. Again she mumbled a response, to both the compliment and the sadness. "Thank you again. No, it's nothing important." "I keep apologizing -- I'm sorry if this is embarrassing. You know, what I said about being beautiful and being sad not going together, of course that's just a superficial notion. Beautiful people have bad things happen to them just as much as anyone else. It's kind of unfair when everyone expects them to always be on top of the world just because of their good looks." "Wow!" Jen thought -- that's pretty insightful. Not that she went around thinking of herself as "beautiful" -- "not bad" is how she thought of her face, and "pretty good" when the whole package was considered. But she knew what the woman meant, which was true enough even if she didn't think it quite applied to herself. Plus, she was pretty sure now that the woman was sincere. And sympathetic, too. Jen was surprised at how much better she felt as a result of both the compliments and the sympathy. Her mental state must have been even worse than she thought, and she decided to open up a bit. "And I keep thanking you for the compliments - thank you again. I can't imagine how you think I'm beautiful though - I was in a bad accident and in the hospital they did a complete botch-job on my hair." "Ahh, so that's it. A head injury?" "Yeah. Skateboarding. I was in a coma. They told me I almost died. Now I can't work and can't drive and I look - horrible." Nicole smiled in a way that was caring, not callous. "You're wrong - you don't look horrible. If you had any idea . . ." she paused and looked at Jen appraisingly. When she spoke again there's a little catch in her throat. "Believe me - you are magnificent. I really am not the kind of person who goes around staring at strangers and giving them false compliments. In fact, I don't think I've ever done so. But you really are special." Nicole stopped, and changed course. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear about your accident. That must be terrifying to wake up from a coma like that, not knowing what happened, and afterwards all the uncertainly about whether you're really OK. My brother had something similar when I was a teenager - a motorcycle accident - so I know a little about it. You poor darling - all this just happened recently?" Warming to the sympathy and genuineness, Jen started going into the story. She stopped, remembering that Nicole hadn't finished up setting up her towel and beach gear, and suddenly realized that she would love to hang out with this woman. "Nicole, would you like to bring your stuff over and sit together?" Nicole's beaming smile eliminated any remaining doubt about whether she was somehow "messing" with Jen. "I'd love to, thank you. You can tell me all about your accident, and more. I'll bet we're neighbors too, if you live near that bus stop." Chapter 2 They were neighbors, with apartments in buildings just two blocks from each other. Jen told Nicole all about her accident, and about her life and unusual career in a small corner of the entertainment industry -- a career now on hold due to the accident. In turn, Nicole described her life and work -- divorced, no kids, an entrepreneur who started her own growing business, one that left her precious little time for days at the beach or anything else, for that matter. Jen was impressed at Nicole's courage and dedication. They talked about other things, and played a bit of "do you know." It turned out that both were fairly new to their almost too-expensive neighborhood, and in addition to being half-a-generation apart in age, did not have any mutual acquaintances -- hardly an unusual phenomenon in dynamic L.A., filled with people coming-and-going. Notwithstanding the age difference the two women shared an immediate and strong rapport, and they also had something in common: As the founder and CEO of a growing business, Nicole was subject to constant demands from staff and customers, a balancing act that was exhausting, and somewhat isolating. As an especially vibrant personality in a small corner of the entertainment industry -- she had a minor role as a "neighbor's slutty daughter" in a soap opera, and also was learning to operate cameras for the studio - Jen also experienced the kind of loneliness that comes from everyone wanting a piece of her, and the uncertainty of having to choose when to say yes or no. So both women were excited and happy to be entering what gave every sign of being a potentially significant friendship. That wasn't the only thing: Each also found the other very attractive. Neither was a lesbian, but both appreciated the appeal and excitement of girls doing things with each other. Sexually, that is. Each was aware that parts of their conversation had a flirtatious undercurrent, and neither found that unwelcome. After more talk they fell into a companionable silence, sitting on their towels and both looking out to sea. Nicole turned her head and looked at Jen's profile, marveling again at the girl's beauty. Jen felt the gaze and turned, looking into Nicole's eyes, smiling warmly. Nicole experienced an emotional surge from the growing affection. Impulsively she raised her hand and placed it on Jen's cheek, gently stroking the smooth, soft skin. Jen leaned into the caress and closed her eyes in pleasure. She opened them and again looked into Nicole's eyes, this time invitingly. Nicole's hand was still on Jen's cheek, and slowly she leaned closer, until her face was just inches from Jen's. She paused, an inquiry in her eyes. The look Jen returned said, "Yes, do it." Nicole did - she leaned in the rest of the way and placed a soft, chaste kiss on Jen's lips. For a moment the two women were lost in their own private world, forgetting that they were surrounded by thousands of people on a crowded L.A. beach. Awareness returned, and the reaction of both was -- irritated frustration. Why couldn't this be happening on a remote, deserted beach? Neither women wanted to stop at that one kiss. Both would have loved nothing more than to just "make out" right then and there -- one kiss was just a tease. Each realized that, notwithstanding L.A.'s tolerant attitudes on sexuality, acting impulsively would turn a special, private moment into a public spectacle. Nicole, the practical businesswoman for whom a day free from the voracious demands of her career was a rare and precious luxury not to be wasted, decided to take charge. "Jen, would you like to come back to my apartment?" Jen was feeling the same strong, swirling emotions that had driven Nicole to that first gentle caress, and wasn't about to play coy. "Yes Nicole, I would like that very much." Nicole responded by gathering things into her beach bag. "Lets go." Jen gathered up her own gear, both women put on their street clothes over their bathing suits, and in minutes they were picking their way through the bodies on the crowded beach, resisting the urge to hold hands as they walked. A short wait for the bus, and just half an hour after that first kiss Nicole was unlocking her front door and leading Jen into a neat, casually but comfortably furnished apartment. Chapter 3 As soon as the door closed behind them Nicole set down her beach bag, put her arms around Jen, and kissed her, warmly and gently. Jen dropped her own bag and eagerly returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around Nicole in turn and pulling her close. The kiss was romantic, and she felt waves of strong emotion welling up from deep inside. She hated that "girl-crush" term, it sounded so patronizing and dismissive, but she supposed that it was a reasonable characterization of what she was feeling -- such a glowing warmth and tenderness for her new friend that it almost brought a tear to her eye. Nicole felt the same thing, and the kiss became more passionate as these wonderful feelings welled up inside each. With passion came awareness of how sexy it all was, too. Jen was thrilled by the feel of Nicole's full breasts against her own. Her emotional response was being joined by a growing physical one. She placed her hands squarely upon Nicole's butt cheeks, squeezed, and pulled the older woman's pelvis in tight against her own. Nicole felt it too, and adjusted her position slightly so that Jen's pubic mound and her own were pressing against each other. Jen responded, coordinating her movements so that gentle motions paid the most sensation dividends, rather than robust grinding. The thermometer on the wall hadn't budged since the women entered the apartment, but the temperature was rising quickly. Suddenly, Nicole broke the kiss, and the body-to-body contact. She took a deep breath, and smiled warmly at Jen. Jen smiled back -- she understood: Nicole wanted to pace herself and make this last, drawing out every moment of the deliciously sexy and romantic experience. "I want to take a shower," Nicole said. "I feel grungy after that hot sun, and need to wash the sunscreen off." "OK," Jen said. "You too," Nicole said. "OK." "Together." "Oh-kay!" Nicole took Jen's hand and led her to a roomy bathroom as neat as the rest of the rest of the apartment. She spun around and pressed her body against Jen's, pinning the girl against the vanity console, pausing for a quick kiss-break before advancing to more exotic pleasures. Jen responded, and the pair took turns using their tongues to mount gentle invasions of the other's mouth, interspersed with loving "targeted" kisses upon the other's lower lip. New Friends' Naughty Discovery Jen reached her hands around to draw Nicole close, but the older woman evaded the grasp by arching her back, leaving her lips affixed to Jen's for just another moment so as to complete the kiss. "Now, the moment I've been waiting for -- seeing all of 'one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen'," Nicole said, quoting herself from earlier on the beach. "And, the girl with absolutely the sexiest body I ever have seen." Jen laughed. "Me? You're the one with hot bod, and the boobs to match! Damn, I can't believe you're almost 40!" Nicole smiled, but said nothing because she was busy, tugging Jen's tee shirt up over the girl's smaller but equally luscious breasts. Jen raised her arms to allow the garment to be slipped over her head and arms, leaving her in skirt and bikini top. Nicole couldn't wait. She stepped close and reached around to unfasten the bra-top, also giving another quick kiss -- quick because she couldn't wait to step back and gaze upon the younger woman's perfect breasts. "Mmmmm -- divine." Suddenly shy in the presence of the awesome loveliness of the partially nude young woman, Nicole tentatively lifted a hand and cupped a beautiful breast, fondling it softly. More boldly, she raised her other hand and squeezed both. "Mmmmm," Jen murmured in return, luxuriating in the caress. While Nicole's hands explored the soft flesh, Jen put her own fingers to work, unbuttoning her friend's blouse. Nicole removed her hands from Jen's breasts just long enough for the girl to slip the short sleeves over her arms and drop the garment to the floor. Jen pressed against Nicole and reached around to unclasp her bikini top. She also took the opportunity to simultaneously steal a quick kiss. Nicole's hands were now squeezed between her own body and Jen's breasts. Jen pulled the straps over the woman's shoulders, and the bra cups fell away, exposing an ample bosom. Suddenly Nicole's hands were squeezed between two pairs of lovely, bare breasts. She lowered her arms, allowing the bathing suit top to fall to the floor, and her breasts to press against the younger woman's smaller, firmer pair. "Ohhh," Jen said softly, surprised at how sexy two pairs of breasts pressing together felt. Nicole found the girl's lips and again they kissed softly, trying to focus both on both the sweetness of the kiss and the sensuality of the breast-to-breast contact. The "temperature" began to rise again, and Jen responded by reaching down and undoing the buttons of Nicole's cute pedal-pusher pants. Once again Nicole broke the kiss and stepped back, removing Jen's hands from that "dangerous" area. "Shower first," Nicole said. "Shower-with-benefits," Jen responded mischievously. "Limited benefits," Nicole warned in a faux-stern voice. "Good things come to those who wait. Now -- I'll take off my pants and suit, you take off your skirt and suit -- while I watch every delicious wiggle and bounce -- and we'll get into the shower." So it was spoken, so it was done. Especially the part about Nicole watching Jen peel the bikini bottom over her broad hips and perfectly stunning, rounded bottom. Jen made a strip-tease of it, tugging one down one hip just a little, then the other, back and forth, wriggling and jiggling enticingly with each move. Nicole sat herself on a small make-up stool, which brought her eyes down to a level where they could absorb each tantalizing motion. Her face was close when the bikini finally fell low enough to expose the dark hair of Jen's neatly trimmed triangle, and then the girl's naked sex. Nicole was suddenly enveloped in the intoxicating aroma of aroused female, mixed with the earthy, salty scent of perspiration from their hours in the hot sun. She closed her eyes and breathed it in, her own excitement rising to new heights. Abruptly she stood, and in no nonsense fashion quickly stripped off her own pants and bikini bottom, denying Jen a comparable strip-tease, which she thought would hardly be comparable in any event: Nicole was proud of the fine figure she worked hard to maintain with exercise and sensible diet, but hadn't been exaggerating earlier when she described Jen as "magnificent" - the young woman just exuded intense sexuality. "Shower now!" Nicole said. "Bitch! I want my benefits!" said Jen playfully, peeved at being denied her own "show," but trusting Nicole to set the pace of what was rapidly advancing from a semi-innocent "girl-crush" into a full-blown girl-girl tryst in the making. Jen's previous experience with such things was limited and mostly unsatisfactory, but she just knew that this time would be exceptional. Nicole reached into the generous shower stall and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. She stepped in, and turned to Jen, with her eyes inviting the gorgeous, naked young woman to join her. "You start -- I'll be your lifeguard for a minute," Jen said archly. "I want to watch." "Now who's the bitch?" Nicole responded. Her actions belied the snippy words -- facing her friend, she cupped and squeezed her breasts enticingly under the flowing water, gyrating her hips slowly, giving Jen the "show" she had denied a moment earlier. "Mmmm -- very nice, baby. I think I will join you . . ." Jen climbed into the shower, and wasted no time pursuing those "benefits," pressing her nude body against Nicole's, pulling the woman tight against her tingling flesh, kissing again, deeply and passionately. Nicole returned the kiss with no holding back -- the naked, full-body contact with this incredibly sexy young woman was making her weak-kneed with excitement. The warm water cascading over their lightly tanned skin added to its unforgettable sensuality. Nicole's desire and tender feelings for her young friend both soared. The women kissed and rubbed their flesh together under the shower for a long time before Jen broke the contact, seeking other "benefits." She had spotted a bar of moisturizing skin-soap and used it to lather Nicole's shoulders and arms, and then her tummy, teasing herself by postponing the "good parts" - Nicole's lovely full breasts and more. Then she was there, and both women's arousal ratcheted up another notch as Jen lovingly massaged, squeezed and tweaked the generous orbs and nipples, lubricated by the slippery soap. The intensity leaped when Jen pressed her own sweet young breasts into Nicole's, the soap allowing the skin and nipples to slip and slide together in delicious ways. They engaged in a brief duel between lubricated nipples. And then Jen was soaping lower. Again she teased, covering the woman's thighs without going there yet. She reaching around to also soap her friend's bottom, even poking a slippery digit into the tight orifice in back, and then brought her hand back around to the front, lathering Nicole's pubic triangle. Only then did her hand drop lower and touch Nicole's genitals, but only briefly, because Jen was reaching under to return where she had been a moment before, her friend's generous but exercise-taut bottom. Reaching between the woman's thighs, she deliberately pressed and drew her soapy fingers, palm and forearm across Nicole's sex, using muscle to also apply pressure. She slid a soapy hand between Nicole's cheeks, and again naughtily poked one finger at her anus, using the slippery lather to ease the way in just a fraction of an inch. Jen's forearm was still pressed against the other's soapy vulva, and for Nicole the sensation was almost too intense. She gritted her teeth at the excruciating pleasure for as long as she could stand it, and then pulled back, breaking contact. "Oh, baby doll, you don't know what you're doing to me!" she said. "What makes you think that?" Jen responded slyly. Nicole took the soap from Jen's hands and took her turn soaping the younger woman's luscious flesh from head to foot. Jen closed her eyes and held her arms away from her body, legs apart, a provocative invitation for her friend to explore every inch. Nicole's breath caught at the blatant sexuality of the girl's welcoming stance, and she accepted the invitation. However, she did so with less extended "attention to detail" than her partner, giving Jen's naughty bits a thrilling rub, but only briefly. Once again Nicole was pacing their sexual encounter. She wanted more than shower sex with this divine creature - much more - and was saving the best for the comfort and space of her bed. For which she would not have to wait long now. Both ladies had been soaped and rinsed, and it was time. Nicole turned off the water, and reached for a stack of generous, fluffy white towels. She wrapped one around herself, tucking it in above her breasts, and used another to dry Jen. Gently, she patted dry the girl's face and short hair, cautious around site of the injury that indirectly had led to their meeting. Then her shoulders, back, breasts, tummy, thighs, bottom and the rest. Nicole worked smoothly but not too quickly, giving the fun parts just slightly more attention than the rest, to show where her interest lie, and also because she just couldn't resist. Jen adopted that same wide-open "touch me" stance that Nicole found so provocatively alluring: arms and legs akimbo, inviting full access to all her charms. When finished Nicole wrapped the towel around Jen and tucked it in like her own, solicitous that the damp girl not feel a chill after the warmth of the shower. She stepped back and used another towel to thoroughly dry herself, taking extra time to squeeze and pat the water from her long, chestnut-colored hair. Jen helped, realizing in the process that not only did she miss her own long hair for appearance sake, but that she enjoyed and missed the sensuality of caring for it. As she now cared for Nicole's, squeezing individual locks with a towel, gently running her fingers through them to unsort potential tangles. When Nicole picked up a spiky nylon brush Jen took it from her. Standing behind, she carefully worked it though the luxurious mane from roots to ends. Her newfound appreciation for the sensuality of the process was magnified many times by the fact that the recipient of this attention was her lovely, soon-to-be lover. For the moment, lust was replaced by tenderness, the mutual grooming bringing to the surface in both women the warm feelings they had for each other. Nicole tilted her head back and rested it on the girl's shoulder; Jen stopped brushing briefly and leaned her own head against her friend's, savoring the comforting closeness. As she put the final touches on Nicole's hair, Jen pressed her body against the woman's back, head-on-shoulder and cheek-to-cheek. Jen was "playing" now, because the grooming was virtually complete. She lifting Nicole's hair and planted a series of soft, erotic kisses along her neck. Nicole gasped, closed her eyes and absorbed the sensation. Jen saw goose-bumps rise on the woman's arm when she kissed the silky smoothness right behind her ear. Nicole knew that Jen was no longer grooming but playing, but the time had come for play, and she let the girl have her way. Eventually she turned and drew Jen into an embrace, their lips coming together in kiss that was full of promise and anticipation. Jen's towel came lose as they kissed, and she let it, wriggling to allow the cloth to fall to the floor. She moved her chest against Nicole's to dislodge her towel, and it too fell, leaving two beautiful women pressing their smooth, naked flesh together as they kissed. Nicole returned a favor by placing her lips on Jen's neck and throat, laying a trail of delicate kisses from behind one ear all the way around to the other. Jen tilted her head back and sighed softly in pleasure. It was time. Nicole looked deeply, meaningfully into her soon-to-be lover's eyes. Jen returned the gaze, and a silent bargain was made: One more brief kiss and the woman took the girl by the hand and led her to the bedroom. Chapter 4 Nicole took a moment to fully turn down the neatly-made queen-sized bed and fluff up some pillows against the substantial headboard. She turned to Jen and again took a hand, leading her up onto the bed. Jen slid in and over, making room for her lovely friend. She turned on her side so as to welcome her partner, and Nicole also reclined comfortably on her side, facing Jen. They paused then, gazing appreciatively into each others eyes, glances down to appreciate the other's nude flesh inches from their own, drawing out the moment and the promise it held. Nicole reached up with her hand and stroked Jen's face, repeating the initial gesture that had led to their being together in this bed. Jen closed her eyes and leaned into the caress, echoing her response. As earlier, Nicole slowly leaned forward, bringing her face to within inches of Jen's. Again, she paused, this time not in inquiry -- the questions had all been asked and answered -- but just to savor the anticipation for just one more instant. And then, anticipation ended and reality began. The two women's lips came together. Almost immediately, as if by their own volition, so did their bodies -- breast-to-breast, thigh-to-thigh, hips-to-hips. They kissed, chastely at first, but passion and desire rose quickly and relentlessly. Nicole took the lead, and Jen let her, opening her lips and body to her friend's own mouth, tongue and wandering hands. She luxuriated in the sensations of Nicole's hands caressing her smooth flank and hips, her back, her rounded bottom. Then Nicole's kisses moved away from her lips, covering her face, and neck, and lower - across the top of her chest, and lower still, between her breasts. Nicole took those perfect young mounds in her hands and molded them, kneading softly. Gently, she pushed Jen onto her back, and then, leaning over the beautiful girl's recumbent body, she took a nipple into her mouth, feeling the nub stiffen and the aureola pucker as she tweaked and gently nibbled. Jen groaned at this first explicit, unambiguously sexual act. Her hands had been lying passively at her sides but now she lifted them, cradling Nicole's head lovingly as the woman shifted to the other breast and nipple, giving it equal time and attention. Nicole was almost dizzy with the sensuality and excitement. She struggled not to lose herself in it, but to remain fully "in the moment," relishing not just the sensations but also the awareness of what was happening: She was making love to another woman, a wonderful, beautiful, sweet, smart and incredibly sexy young woman, a naked young woman, here in her own bed. This was not the first time that Nicole had been with another girl. Like Jen, her experience was limited, and not fully satisfactory. She had been in college the first time, and was seduced by an older woman she met at a party. The sex was more fabulous than she would have imagined, but she was hurt when the affair turned out to be a "one night stand," with herself just a young playtoy for a jaded sensualist. Since then she had "fooled around" a few times with other girls, but none of those experiences had ever gone "all the way." They were playful, not passionate, nothing like what she was now experiencing with Jen. That history briefly passed through her mind as Nicole nibbled on Jen's perfect breasts, but she quickly cast it out, resolute in her determination to be fully here and now. Jen too entertained passing thoughts of her own limited experiences with other females. The first time had been in high school. She and a girlfriend determined that they would be bad by going all he way with each other. She wasn't really that close to the girl, and while they did go "all the way" it was a fumbling effort, neither really knowing what to do or getting much pleasure from it. Afterwards they were both embarrassed and grew apart. Jen was attracted to the idea of sex with another women, and sometimes attracted to a particular woman, but once bitten twice shy: Like Nicole, while she had fooled around a couple times, kissing and fondling through clothes, never again had it gone beyond that. Given their brief acquaintance neither knew the other's background in this regard, but each knew that this time was different from anything she had ever experienced before. Although neither realized it, and it wasn't technically true, in a way both were "virgins" -- virgins to fully-satisfying, loving sex with another woman. Their mutual "virginity" had entered its waning moments. These random reminiscences took nothing away from the present moment. Unlike Nicole, the younger woman was making no disciplined effort to not lose herself in a sensual fog. She was groaning under the velvet assault to her nipples by her lovely friend's lips, tongue and teeth, feeling electric flashes shooting from her breasts to her clit. She ground her hips and mound against Nicole's, and the other ground back, her own need and passion rising in synch with that of her partner. Nicole realized that she was being "selfish" with all the attention she was giving to Jen's perfect breasts. She lifted her mouth from one spit-slippery nipple and scootched up the bed, dangling her own generous melons in Jen's face. Jen greedily lifted her head and took a nipple into her mouth, repeating with tongue and teeth the actions the other had used to drive her to new heights of arousal. She massaged Nicole's pendulous breasts, burying her face in the yawning cleavage and pressing the soft orbs against her cheeks, smothering herself in tit-flesh. She squeezed the breasts to bring the two nipples together, sucking them in as a single mouthful. Her tongue slithered and flicked back and forth across the two sweet nubs pressed together inside her mouth, and it was Nicole's turn to feel the fire as aroused nipples sent urgent messages to her now-tingling clit. Nicole moaned at the delicious sensation, but was eager to return to some more "selfish" giving of pleasure. She raised herself up again, pulling her breasts away from Jen's face. Like a hungry babe the girl followed, trying to keep them in her mouth, roughly tugging the generous teats to keep them in place. But Nicole would not be denied -- she had further delights in mind. She slid back down Jen's body so that they were once again pressing breast-to-breast, and deeply, passionately, invasively kissed the girl's lips and mouth. Jen returned the kiss with equal passion, and growing need. Lost in her sensual, sexual fog, she was not aware of the wetness had begun weeping from her sex, dampening the tops of her thighs, and lubricating Nicole's pussy pressing against her own. She was only aware of pounding need, of wanting more; of wanting it all. Nicole sensed the girl's rising desire, and was determined to give her it all. She broke the kiss and lowered her lips once more to Jen's breasts and nipples, repeating the previous succession of tweaks and nibbles, but not for long. She slowly slid down the girl's body, breaking a southward-trail from Jen's luscious breasts, leaving a moist path across her abdomen. Nicole paused to blow a cool stream of air over the heated skin, eliciting a gasp from Jen, who was eagerly anticipating her lover's arrival at the ultimate destination. Nicole resumed her journey, arriving at the top of Jen's furry triangle, getting her first whiff of aroused womanhood - that musky, tangy aroma that she remembered from her one previous full-blown experience of lesbian sex. It had aroused her then, and did so now, in circumstances that she realized were much more felicitous for both she and her partner. Nicole paused to press her face down into Jen's mound, flattening her nose and breathing through her mouth, now just millimeters from its goal. She turned her head and enjoyed the texture of the scratchy, curly hairs against her cheek. New Friends' Naughty Discovery When she resumed her journey she veered a bit west of due south, not teasing on purpose, just eager to run lips and tongue across that silky smooth skin at the very top of Jen's shapely inner thigh. Jen's legs were already spread with the other woman's body between them, but Nicole lifted a thigh, bending the leg at the knee, making room for her to kiss her way right around the bottom of her lover's vulva. Now she was teasing! She lifted the other thigh, kissing a complete circumnavigation back to the furry mound where she had begun. Jen was neither passive nor quiet as her friend licked and nuzzled that journey around her sex. She gasped when Nicole's lips first brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She whimpered when those lips passed underneath her pussy. At the end of this peregrination she begged: "Don't tease me, Nicole. Do it, please!" Nicole did it, beginning with a long, slow, loving lick that started at the bottom of Jen's sex, gathered moisture as it passed over the entrance to her oozing vagina, and ended on the girl's clit. "Oh God Nicole, that feels so wonderful! Do more!" Nicole mentally raised an eyebrow, thinking, "I've only begun to lick your beautiful pussy, my darling, newfound friend." None of these words and touches occurred in an emotional vacuum. Each woman was filled with affection and warmth for her new friend and lover. Rather than being displaced by mounting lust, these tender feelings were augmented by it. Both Nicole and Jen were suffused with happiness at finding a new friend - one who also had turned out to be a passionate lover. For her part, Nicole was grateful for the relief from the loneliness she sometimes felt. Although her full and busy life as a CEO was very satisfying, the role was comparable in ways to the isolation of a captain on a ship at sea -- the person to whom all eyes turn to when a problem needed solving, but with no one to look to with her own uncertainties and needs. When Jen happened to remember how down-at-the-heels she had been less than eight hours ago, she was filled with gratitude to both Nicole and fate for bringing them together. At the moment, however, she wasn't pondering any of that, but was moaning and demanding, overwhelmed at how good Nicole's tongue felt lapping at her pussy. For all the emotional shortcomings of Nicole's one "consummated" lesbian tryst it had been a dandy, physically, and highly educational. Almost 20 years had passed but she had forgotten nothing, and drew on that experience and other things she had learned since to give her sweet young girlfriend all the tender loving she was capable of delivering. Nicole slathered her tongue up, down and sideways over Jen's clit, then nibbled her way lower to the girl's tunnel, light nipping and spreading the petal-like labia along the way. She tongue-fucked Jen as deeply as she could reach, cupping the young woman's bottom and pushing her face down and in, coming away sopped with the ambrosial pussy juice. Highly sensitive to silent signals sent by her new lover, Nicole poured on those things that Jen especially liked. Now, sensing that Jen needed something more, she delivered, inserting a finger one-knuckle deep into the girl's vagina, then out again, back in to the second knuckle, out, then back in to full depth. "Yessss!" cried Jen, confirming Nicole's intuition. Nicole added a second finger. She lifted her face, and her own arousal surged at the salacious spectacle she was committing: soft, pink, wet cunt-flesh alternately swallowing-up and disgorging her now-dripping fingers. Nicole withdrew her fingers momentarily and tasted the juice covering them, turned-on by the musky sweetness. She reinserted them for a few lubricious strokes, and then scooted up the bed to put them in Jen's mouth. Jen eagerly accepted the offering, and Nicole scootched up the rest of the way to take a short break from pussy-licking and fingering, giving the girl a quick kiss, sharing the pussy juice that also covered her face. Jen took the opportunity to express something more than pounding need and lust: "Oh Nicole, I'm so happy! You are so sexy; I'm so glad we met, and not just for the sex!" She choked up a bit at the emotions welling up inside. Nicole was feeling the same, and showed it with a kiss that was more warm and affectionate than steamy and sex-soaked. Not for long though: She raised an questioning eyebrow - a silent "Ready?" Jen answered by spreading her legs wider and reaching down with her hands to pull her pussy lips apart. Nicole's own pussy twitched at the wanton display. Intermission over, Nicole went back to "work." Soon enough, she sensed that Jen had reached that stage where her body was issuing its own silent demands: "Make me come! NOW! " Well, the demands weren't really silent -- Jen's moans, groans, squeals and gasps had also resumed in full measure, and now took on a more urgent note. "Yes ma'am!" characterized Nicole's attitude to the demand. Her thoughts, however, were more along the line of, "I want to suck Jen's pussy and make her come!" To make it happen she ramped up the intensity of her clit-licking and finger-fucking, starting at a slow pace but picking up the tempo gradually. And then -- back down the scale momentarily, because Jen was showing herself to be a girl whose path to orgasm was not a steady ascent, but a traverse onto ever higher plateaus, needing to briefly "regroup" as each was attained. That was fine with Nicole -- she was determined to give as much as it took for as long as necessary, and settled in for some serious cunnilingus! Actually, it didn't take that long. Nicole had alternately slowed and intensified her attack twice already, and sensed that on this third round the girl would go over the edge. As she neared that delicious cliff Jen thrashed and bucked, using her strong arms to pull her lover's head against her pussy, at times almost painfully. The closer she got the louder and more insistent her words and sounds became. She cried out, she whined, she moaned, she gasped. Although an agnostic she called on the Lord -- "Oh God!" -- and although a well spoken girl she swore -- "Oh fuck!" "Oh shit!" She gave instructions -- "Just like that! Just like that!" -- and begged -- "Please don't stop! Whatever you do don't stop!" To Nicole, it was all a cherubic choir, and her affection for her young lover grew apace with the desire to satisfy. Jen's vocalizations had now reached a stage of incoherence that suggested she was close - "Nnnnggh" and "Oooo . . . AH!" A couple times there was silence when she stopped breathing altogether while tensing every muscle in her body and grinding her pussy into Nicole's face. Then she would suddenly release the tension with a twist of her body, desperately gulping air. Nicole almost grew frightened at the third and most lengthy such non-breathing event, but suddenly it ended in an aria of contentment as Jen came: "OH! OH! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oh! Fuck! Yeah! Yeah! YEAH!" The words came in rhythm with the spasms of ecstasy that were pulsing through her entire body, and with each Jen pulled Nicole's face more tightly against her pussy and ground into it. Nicole kept working her fingers in and out of Jen's tunnel, noticing that the previous wet, squishy noises had become very wet and squishy as Jen's pussy became extra soaked with an effusion of milky girl-cum. She kept licking as Jen came, and loved the almost painful pressure as the girl squeezed her head between those muscular, athletic thighs. Suddenly, Jen's clit was jerked away from Nicole's lips as the girl writhed away -- the orgasm had run its course and, like flipping a switch, further stimulation became excruciating. Nicole had been waiting for it. She also withdrew her drenched fingers and climbed up the bed to flop her full body weight onto Jen, as if the girl were in danger of floating away and needed to be held down. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you!" Jen exclaimed, a wave of tender affection filling the space that moments before had been crowded with pounding need, accompanied by a barrage of soft kisses to Nicole's face. Nicole cut off the thank-yous with her lips, and Jen eagerly returned a deep and soulful kiss. When they broke Jen laughed out loud at the sexual release, and for the joy of sex with her wonderful new friend. Nicole too was filled with joy at her friend's happiness, but hardly with relief from sexual tension! Making Jen come was probably the most erotic thing she had ever done, and she was more than ready for some of her own relief. But she was content to wait, and to revel in the buoyant emotional upwelling that had accompanied her friend's physical release. She didn't have to wait long! Jen was a girl who both came hard and recovered quickly, and she was feeling randy again. Nicole detected the mood change with the appearance of a sly grin and a mischievous glint in her partner's eye. "You've been working very hard, and I think you should just lie back and relax," Jen said impishly. As she spoke she used her strength to gently slide out from under Nicole's weight. "You do?" "Yes, I do!" "Somehow I suspect that I'm not going to be getting much 'relaxation,' though." "Smart girl!" Jen snickered. The exchange was accompanied by Jen directing Nicole into the position she wanted -- on her back, leaning back against the bed cushions, legs spread provocatively. Jen knelt between those legs, and gazed down at the beautiful, naked woman beneath her, relishing the sexy, fully-exposed vulnerability of the position. "Mine -- you're all mine now!" she said archly, matching her words to that image. "I am, am I?" Jen moved up and straddled her partner's hips, as if pinning her down. Taking Nicole's wrists in her hands, she pressed them firmly against the cushions above her head, making the woman even more "helpless." "Yes, and don't even think of trying to escape." "Please be gentle," Nicole said with a tremor in her voice, playing along. "We'll see," Jen answered villainously. "Now, prepare to be - kissed!" She leaned forward and matched action to words. Jen kissed Nicole deeply and thoroughly, exploring the recesses of the woman's mouth with her lusty tongue. Nicole gasped when Jen finally broke the kiss. "Thank you ma'am, may I have another?" "I don't know -- you've been a very bad girl, but I'm feeling generous . . ." Jen kissed her again. This time, when Jen broke she was all "business" -- the business of pleasuring her lovely partner's gorgeous, sexy body. As Nicole had earlier, Jen launched a campaign of covering her friend's nude body with kisses. In keeping with her villainous pose she began appropriately enough by going for the throat. With delicate, loving kisses, that is, after giving one little nip. Jen still held Nicole's wrists firmly against the pillow above her head, and the vulnerability combined with the delicate kisses excited both, so Jen spent an extra moment caressing the soft flesh between the woman's chin and sternum with her lips and tongue. Then she moved lower, sliding backwards on the bed, straddling Nicole's upper thighs, using her own strong thighs to press her lover's legs together. The maneuvering had a purpose -- Jen was now in position to lower her mouth squarely onto a soft, pink nipple, perched at the apex of a generous, milky-white breast, mostly collapsed upon itself while Nicole laid back. A nipple that was not soft for long, however, as Jen nibbled and tongue-tweaked it to hardness. The "villainess" returned to perform "an experiment" - seeing how hard she could squeeze Nicole's nipple between her teeth before the pleasure turned to pain. She applied increasing pressure to the delicate nubbin, eyes fixed on Nicole's for the signal to stop. Nicole squealed and scrunched up her face, aroused more than she would have imagined by the growing pain. When that "too much!" point arrived Jen instantly released her grip, gently nuzzling the soft flesh surrounding the nipple in a "kiss to make it better." She repeated the "experiment" on the other nipple, but used the "data" from the first run to avoid the "too much" moment. Through all this Jen kept a firm hold on Nicole's wrists, emphasizing the woman's helplessness under the cruel ministrations of her heartless mistress. They both loved it! But now Jen released those wrists, because she was following the southward-trail that Nicole had pioneered earlier across her own body. Jen's progress was less leisurely, however. She also kissed her way down her partner's abdomen, but she did not dally upon nearing her destination. Jen was now straddling Nicole's calves, and she used her athletic strength to pull them up, straightening and lifting her partner's legs straight into the air, exposing the woman's naked sex in a lascivious display. Jen shifted her grip to Nicole's ankles, and brusquely spread the woman's legs wide, emphasizing the exposed condition, and continuing to press the "vulnerability" theme. She looked upon the face of her "victim," who had turned passive, and was gazing back with surrendered "resignation" at the naked, fit young goddess who was dominating her. Jen returned briefly to a role-playing mode: "Mine! To do with as I please!" Again Nicole played along, shaking her head slowly from side to side, "pleading" with her eyes. "Oh yes -- whatever I please!" Jen abruptly bent Nicole's legs and pushed the woman's thighs down on top of her torso, bending her and exposing her naked sex almost obscenely. "And what pleases me is -- to suck your cunt!" Jen deliberately used the rough language to "pile it on" even more thickly. Nicole was enjoying the byplay as much as Jen, and again slowly shook her head. "Please, miss . . ." "'Please, miss'," Jen repeated mockingly. "Does that mean 'please suck my cunt,' or 'please don't suck my cunt'?" "Yes," Nicole whispered, teasing back with the ambiguous response. Smack! Smack! Nicole screamed as suddenly Jen laid two sharp spanks on her exposed butt cheeks. The girl was surprised and turned-on at how the milky flesh instantly turned bright pink, so she laid on two more. "Don't toy with me, woman! Never mind -- your wishes are irrelevant: I am going to lick you . . . I'm going to lick you now. And she did, but not before first kissing the reddened flesh of Nicole's bottom, and naughtily giving a quick little poke with stiffened tongue at the woman's puckered anus. And then it was on to the main event, which she began by pressing her face deeply into Nicole's dripping vagina, "mushing" in with her nose, lips and even chin, moving her face from side-to-side, drenching herself in lubricious pussy juice. She pressed even more firmly into the wet pussy as she stuck her tongue in as far as it could reach. Nicole had gasped when she felt Jen's tongue lightly probe her asshole, and groaned at the delicious feel of the girl's instantly-wet face slipping and sliding against her vagina. She squealed as Jen tongue-fucked her -- in, out, in, out - keeping a steady tempo, pounding her nose and forehead against the rest of the pussy with each thrust. Jen wanted to plumb those depths more thoroughly. She pulled her face away and rose up on her knees, holding up two fingers for Nicole's consideration. She leaned forward, with breasts and torso pressing Nicole's thigh's down more firmly against her abdomen, and reached the fingers to Nicole's mouth. Nicole did her "duty" and sucked the digits, making sure they carried a generous load of spit when Jen withdrew them. And in they went again -- to Nicole's pussy, that is. Jen left Nicole in her legs-up position a moment longer while she delivered a deeply-plunging finger-fuck. But she had further "experiments" to "inflict" on her subject -- in particular one involving the application of girl-soft tongue-and-lips to aroused, throbbing clitoris. Jen pulled Nicole's legs back down, leaving them bent at the knee, and lowered onto her stomach for some serious pussy-licking. She slid both hands under her lover's butt and cupped the cheeks, dropping her face and lifting to bring Nicole's engorged cunt-flesh to her mouth. Jen licked. She nibbled. She sucked. She chewed. She licked some more, and sucked harder. She did each thing by itself and in combination with the others. And she drove Nicole wild! Now it was the other's turn to find religion: "Oh-my-God, Oh-my-God!" Nicole cried out, between moans, squeals, near-screams, and dirty talk too: "Suck it! Suck it suck it suck it!" -- "Fuck me, you bitch! Fuck me fuck me fuck me . . . " -- "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH FUUUUCK!" That last when Jen found discovered a side-to-side clit-licking with the underside of her tongue technique that was just right. At one point Jen stopped licking, and instead manipulated Nicole's pussy lips with her fingers, watching with lusty interest as if to observe the results of this latest "experiment." She pinched Nicole's labia between the length of two long fingers and firmly "rolled" the cunt-flesh between the digits. Nicole moaned, so Jen added some tongue-on-clit action to this interesting motion. Nicole moaned with more volume, so Jen covered the clit with her mouth and sucked, while also licking and doing the finger-rolling thing. Nicole's moans rose to a cry and she pushed her crotch even more insistently against the other's hands and lips. "Greedy girl," thought Jen. She heartily approved! Nicole was nearing her peak. She was actually drooling and bucking her hips, fucking Jen's face as the younger girl fucked her pussy with fingers and tongue. Jen bore down, plunging two fingers rapidly in and out of Nicole's vagina while doing that side-to-side tongue-on-clit action that clearly was Nicole's favorite. Unlike Jen, Nicole's progression to orgasm was straightforward -- her pattern was simply to get more and more and more aroused, and then come. Now, she was more and more and more aroused -- and more -- and-just-a-little-bit-more, and . . . "Ohhhhhhhh" Nicole cried out, as waves of ecstasy exploded outwards from her sex to rock her entire body. She pulled Jen's face against her pussy and bucking hips so hard that Jen had to use her own strength to "ride" the spasms, to avoid damage to her nose pressed tightly against Nicole's pubic bone! Jen kept sucking and licking and finger-fucking, to maximize the sensation during Nicole's orgasm, until she sensed that her lover was nearing that "No mas!" moment. She lifted her face then, but left her fingers inside to provide the "comfort" of a well-filled, warm wet pussy. Jen gazed upon the effects of her handiwork (tonguie-work?), and it was good. Nicole was always discombobulated by an orgasm -- no quick recovery to eager randiness for her. Her head was thrown back and eyes closed, momentarily in a world of her own. Her face and chest were flushed bright red. Her pussy was also flushed, and dripping wet, the smell of girl-musk and girl-come strong in Jen's nostrils. The young woman was fascinated by the milky, stringy come-goo covering her fingers and dripping past them from Nicole's vagina. It was a little gross, but Jen couldn't resist licking some up with her tongue, and sucking more from the mouth of Nicole's tunnel. The immersion into the pure, sensual, "earthy" physicality of sucking that come-juice was exciting. Nicole's wits had returned -- mostly - and she reacted to the come-juice sucking with a little whimper. Jen was eager to share her excitement and happiness at the incredible experience of receiving-and-giving such pleasure with another woman, especially one who was also a loving new friend. She climbed up to lay alongside her lover, taking the woman into her arms, cradling Nicole's head against her breasts. Her friend smiled at Jen's solicitude. New Friends' Naughty Discovery "Oh Nicole, that was the most exciting, sexiest thing I've ever done! I never knew it could be so wonderful." "Darling girl -- I feel the same way!" She snuggled against Jen's breast, leaning over a bit to give a quick peck to a nipple. "I don't know if I feel happier about finding a new friend, or at finding such an incredible lover." "Me too. Nicole, I know how busy and full your life is, and when I get back to work in a few weeks mine will probably be the same, but whatever happens please know that I'm your loving friend forever. That's not all -- you gave me a wonderful gift today, and I'm so grateful. Much more than incredible sex - not more than friendship but pretty important anyway -- you gave me back my self-confidence." Nicole choked up and a little tear formed at the corner of one eye. She sniffled. "Oh my darling, nothing could make me happier. You have so much life and beauty inside you -- it was just a matter of time before you came back to yourself. But if I helped make that happen even one day sooner -- well, I'm very happy." Nicole tilted her head up, and Jen gave her a little kiss -- the chaste kiss of a friend. Chaste for now . . . For the future, well, time would tell what became of their sexual relationship. Their friendship, however, that was permanent, and timeless. The friends snuggled together for a long time, occasionally stroking the other's hair, saying little, mostly just relishing their physical closeness, and an end to loneliness. The End. ~~~